Monthly Archives: December 2014

My maternal grandfather, Henry Février, was brushed by greatness. So was my mother, Marie-Thérèse, and, I suppose, so was I My friend Raoul, a playwright, also had his close encounter. His plays were produced throughout the United States and there … Continue reading →

Years ago I met an at-the-time older man who told me his philosophy towards life could be reduced to two sentences: 1. Don’t get your hopes up; and 2. They’re going to screw you. He didn’t use the word ‘screw,’ … Continue reading →

So the last surgery did not work out exactly how I planned. Instead of removing a small benign tumor, the good doctor “roto-rootered” me—his very words—which would explain why this eighth procedure has been a particularly rough one. Additionally, what … Continue reading →

The day before surgery, I generally do a number of chores to get ready for a convalescence of indeterminate length. I clean the house, that is to say I vacuum up cat hairballs larger than my fist and I empty … Continue reading →

Let me ask you this. You receive the following email message: M.D. appovred, Are you suffering fromm seuxal dissoordeers? Then you will get interessted by this amazig medciaiton. Does such a note give you hope that whatever you’re suffering from … Continue reading →